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"Oh, cheese it!" said Tilda. "Oo's a-kiddin' now? An' see 'ere, Arthur Miles it don't matter with me, a lie up or down; I'm on'y Tilda. But don't you pick up the 'abit, or else you'll annoy me. I can't tell why ezactly, but it don't sit on you." "Tilda?" The boy caught up her name like an echo. "Tilda what?" "The Lord knows. Tilda nothin' Tilda o' Maggs's, if you like, an' nobody's child, anyway."
He was a long lean man, with very blue eyes and a tight mouth and narrow lips. "We should like to buy some, please," said Robert politely. "I daresay you would." "Will you show us a few, please? To choose from." "Who are you a-kiddin of?" inquired Mr. Billy Peasemarsh. "Was you sent here of a message?"
'Do you mean that they say it's full when it isn't, that they won't let me in although there's room? 'That's it, bloke's a-kiddin' yer. 'But, if there's room, aren't they bound to let me in? 'Course they are, and, blimey, if I was you I'd make 'em. Blimey I would! He broke into a volley of execrations. 'But what am I to do? 'Why, give 'em another rouser let 'em know as you won't be kidded!
While he did not especially care for Rance he did not propose to let his patronage, which was not inconsiderable, go elsewhere without making an effort to hold it. Therefore, he thought a moment before picking up the saddle and placing it in the corner of the room. "Aw, what you givin' us, Rance! She's only a-kiddin' 'im," at last he said consolingly.
For God's sake don't tell me I'm to be shot!" and his voice died away in a sob. "Of course, they're going to shoot you. The other sentry was jest a-kiddin' you. Jest like old Smith. Always a-tryin' to cheer some one. You ain't got no more chance o' bein' pardoned than I have of gettin' to be Colonel of my 'Batt."
He was a long lean man, with very blue eyes and a tight mouth and narrow lips. 'We should like to buy some, please, said Robert politely. 'I daresay you would. 'Will you show us a few, please? To choose from. 'Who are you a-kiddin of? inquired Mr Billy Peasemarsh. 'Was you sent here of a message?
The fact of the case is that if I went to that bobby and pointed Burchill out, and told the bobby who he is, all that bobby would say would be, 'Who are you a-kiddin' of? or words to that equivalent. And so still ahead he goes, and we after him! And where?" Burchill evidently knew very well where he was going.
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